Chapter 566 Dead Man
The saint seems to be born a very cold person, and it can even be said that she is not very had no interest in most things in the world.
The people of Zhongzhou all love to practice cultivation to the point of madness. If they can comprehend the great Dao, they can easily touch the supreme paradise of bliss. However, she has never gained even a little pleasure from her repeated advancement.
People always say that her talent for cultivation is rare in a thousand years. Anyone else in the world would feel that this is a blessing from heaven and would be overjoyed.
But the saint could not experience the feeling they were talking about.
Because of this talent, she has faced countless compliments from childhood to adulthood, whether they were false or sincere.
She couldn't feel disgusted by the fakeness, and she couldn't feel happy by the sincerity. She could only feel that everything was dull.
The bottleneck of cultivation that others saw as difficult to overcome was as natural to her as a river flowing into the sea.
There are no ups and downs, no difficulties, no joy, no happiness.
She thought her life would remain dull and boring.
Until she was fourteen, she fell ill.
A disease that even the Demon Lord doesn't know the cause of.
This disease is really painful when it occurs.
She felt like every one of her meridians was being torn apart, collapsing, then desperately trying to mend, and then collapsing again.
There is no end.
The body feels like falling into an endless hell of ice.
There were a few times when she almost died from the pain.
Is this the price of the talent that everyone envies? The saint girl once again came back to life from the pain of near death and thought that those who envy her may not be able to bear it.
There's no point in living anyway, so I might as well die.
The Demon Lord picked her up and raised her, and he was very good to her, so when the Demon Lord told her to live well, she tried her best to endure the pain and gave up the idea of committing suicide.
But it was so painful that she tried to find something that could ease the pain in this endless torture.
Then she discovered that she loved looking at beautiful things.
The rising red sun, the waning cold moon, the lonely smoke in the desert, the towering ancient forest
The sunset dyed the whole sky red, and the heavy snow froze the whole ground.
It still hurt her a lot when she saw these things, but at least she didn't feel that it was meaningless to endure such pain and that life was meaningless.
Once again, the illness struck and she was in great pain. She went to Cangshan Mountain alone to see the sea of clouds without telling anyone.
There she met a strange scholar.
His breath was weak, almost dying, but when he saw her, his eyes were like a vast sea of stars filled with thousands of stars. It was not the desire to survive, but a grand and wonderful dream.
The saint didn't understand.
When the man closed his eyes, there was still a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.
The saint felt that the vitality in his body was slowly dissipating bit by bit, but she just watched.
She looked and looked. The clouds in the sky changed again and again, and finally the last bit of life in that person was about to disappear.
The saint then raised her head and continued to look at the magnificent sea of clouds.
But, the clouds were not as beautiful as usual.
That look was better, she thought.
The saint wanted to see it again.
So she began to try to revive the person in front of her.
She had never learned any magic to save lives, but she naively used the spiritual energy in her body to infuse vitality into the body and prevent it from collapsing under the huge impact of the spiritual power.
Rich spiritual energy rushed around them, gradually forming a white storm. The storm flowed wildly, then gradually calmed down, and finally turned into countless water droplets.
On the high and cold Cangshan Mountain, the water droplets condensed into white crystals, covering the saint's eyelashes.
When the scholar woke up, this was the scene he saw.
The girl with frost and snow on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows slowly opened her eyes. The majestic and grand sea of clouds only served as a backdrop behind her.
Above the mountains, the whistling sound of the wind seemed to crash into his heart, again and again.
At that time, Yun Daozi was certain that he would never see a more shocking scene in his life.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he couldn't believe that the girl in front of him was real, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks. But when he really touched her, he suddenly withdrew his hand. The girl tilted her head in confusion and then left.
That day, Yun Daozi found his own god.
And the saint finally discovered the possibility of survival.
After saving that person, the saint's pain was miraculously relieved.
The saint thought that God no longer wanted to take her life, but not long after, her illness recurred.
But the way to relieve the pain had already appeared in that adventure.
The spiritual energy in her body can be infused into another person's body. The better the person's physical constitution is, the higher the limit they can withstand, which means more spiritual energy can be injected, and her pain can be relieved to a greater extent.
But even if he has a good physique like that of the scholar, the Saint must concentrate fully when giving him spirit and carefully protect his spirit veins and meridians.
This is not an easy task, and it is even extremely mentally taxing.
But that's nothing compared to relieving the pain.
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The saint calmly told the chaotic crowd the solution, regardless of the chaos that had thrown Wushan into due to their frantic search for her.
"What about... that person?"
"I saved him."
"Has his...cultivation level changed?"
The Saint spoke the truth: "I have been promoted from the middle stage of Liufang to the early stage of Zhige."
After the right envoy confirmed his guess, he was shocked and speechless.
Not only him, the entire hall was silent.
The way they looked at the saint changed from disbelief to fanaticism. It was a look that did not regard her as a human being, but more like looking up to an existence that they could not understand.
Unlike other people who looked at the Saint in a fawning and fanatical manner, as if she were a rare treasure, the Demon Lord remained silent for a long time after knowing this.
The saint didn't think too much about it. She just thought that since the spiritual object could be anyone, she should at least find someone she likes.
It would be best if I could have the same eyes as that strange scholar.
Later, the saint finally chose a person, and that person was very handsome.
Not only his eyes, but everything about him is good-looking.
From the slightly cool fingertips to the warm lips, from the red ears to the drooping eyelashes, every strand of his hair suits the saint's preferences.
At least in the Saint's heart, he is the most handsome...
The saint's daze was interrupted by Qin Siyi's voice.
She came to her senses and looked at the beautiful face in front of her.
Even though Qin Siyi was telling her such terrible news, he was extremely gentle when he relayed it to her.
Whenever he looked at her, it was always the look she wanted, the saint thought calmly.
"Your Highness, a candidate for a consort died in Qianshan. His name was Luo Pingyang."
The Saint just looked at Qin Siyi, "Do you want to see it?"
Qin Siyi smiled slightly. When facing the saint, he always gave people the feeling that he was the happiest person in the world.
"Will your highness accompany me?"
"Let's go."
Facing the sunlight, Qin Siyi raised his sleeves as if offering a treasure.
"Your Highness, look, this is your favorite red spider lily."
The saint nodded slightly.
The sunlight stretched their shadows very long.
"When we get there, can I hold your hand?"
……
"it is good."
The two of them walked away gradually, bathed in the sunlight.
